The common room's only source of warmth was coming from the half circle window that the sun was shining through. Two couples stood in front of a couch, gawking at what lay there. A young mans shoulder stood as a pillow for a young lady. His arm, was wrapped around her back, and held her close. Her legs were pulled up on the couch and tucked as close as possible to her body for warmth. That hand that wasn't gently placed around her, was still laced through her fingers, from the night before.

In the crowd, a red head stood smiling, while the rest of the audience' faces were the complete opposite.

"Do you think, do you think they've been that way the whole night?" Fred Weasley turned to ask his twin brother. "They couldn't have. I mean its Oliver…its Oliver and Allison none the less." He stated answering himself.

"Well its not like somebody could have placed them here without them knowing, Fred." George said chuckling.

"But… but when I fell asleep…when I fell asleep Allison was still in our dorm. She was talking to me, and we fell asleep at the same time. But even before that she was telling me that she didn't like Oliver like that." Katie said trying to convince herself that what she saw was a sham.

"Oh, she came down to the common room last night. And she and I resolved that whole disliking Oliver thing." George chuckled.

Movement brought the groups attention back to the couch. Allison who had in fact spent the whole night with her head rested and comfortable on Oliver's chest shifted slightly, so that half of her face was buried and the other half showed. When she had made herself comfortable, she tightened her eyes closed tighter, as if heightening her senses, and took a deep breathe in capturing Oliver's scent.

"She's in love with him now." George whispered half jokingly.

"How can she hate him one moment and then love him the next?" Katie inquired.

"Katie! Really?" Fred questioned as if not believing her folly. "It's Allison, does anyone really know the true her."

George laughed as he thought about the Quidditch book she had tried to hide the night before. "No one, and I mean no one knows the true Allison. She's just a bundle of surprises. Now," he said after a moment, "lets go get breakfast before Dumbledore waves the precious gift from Merlin all away."

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After she had resolved the whole common room incident and assured the group that what her and Oliver had was nothing more then friendship, she made the decision not to go to the teams practice that afternoon. When she had said the phrase "we are just friends" she swore saw Oliver's face drop. But he quickly hid his emotions and nodded his head repeatedly in agreement. They weren't doing the best job of lying, they could tell, but they were doing a patch up job that would get the group off their backs for enough time to come up with an excuse together.

Since practice was the only 'alone' time she got away from her friends she made the decision to use it wisely. She pulled out her playbook and let her mind run away, and her hand doodle to keep up with it. When her brain started going blank, she switched from creativity to writing down the days events. She pulled out a book labeled 'journal' that was a deep purple and suede covered. Then she dug further in her bag and pulled out a quill that read 'A. Stapleton', had been charmed into alternating the colors of dark red and gold on the white feathers, and which never needed ink.

"This ones really special." Fred said his voice cracking on the last part of the sentence.

"Beyond special." George corrected his brother as they both chuckled.

"What did you do to it boys? What prank should I expect from my quill this time? Ink spaying my face, or perhaps it wont write what I want it to?" a first year Allison questioned.

"You offend our creativity Ms. Stapleton."

"Besides, we're almost second years now. We are much too mature for practical jokes." George finished.

"We felt you needed something…"

"That showed you're growing up…"

"So we got you this."

"Well we more of made you this."

"It's beautiful. Thank you Fred and George." Allison replied getting up from under the mountain of tissue and wrapping paper that lay on top of her and hugging the boys. "I'm so appreciative that I'm not even going to experiment with this to see what you two really did to it."

"We swear on our great uncle's grave that we didn't do anything to it." Fred smiled.
"But Fred, our great uncle," George started but his ribs were shortly after met by Fred's elbow. He yelped and gave his brother an angry look that disappeared soon after. "Oh yeah! We promise. Scout's honor."
Little did Allison know that neither of the Weasley twins was a boy scout, therefore they had no intention of keeping their so called 'honor'. And while she wrote her thoughts into the book, the boys (and girls) had returned from their practice.

"So do you think Allison's the reason Oliver was so distracted in practice today?" Katie questioned the group as they walked through the fat ladies portrait.

"Well the only thing I've known to distract Oliver is, well Quidditch. And I don't think he could be distracted by Quidditch while he's playing Quidditch." Fred said picking a piece of dirt off of his grass stained shirt.

"What goes on in there I will never understand," Angelina remarked knocking on Fred's head.

"So where is Allison anyways?" George questioned looking towards the girl's stairwell.

"Who knows? Most likely writing in that journal of hers," Katie said throwing herself on the couch.

"Her journal?" Fred more of stated then asked, raising his eyebrow and grinning from ear to ear. He then proceeded to do something that looked more like stumbling then running, toward the stairs.

"Where's he going?" Katie and Angelina asked no one in particular.
Their question was answered when Fred appeared at the bottom of the stairwell with a book in his hand.

As he walked back to his original spot he opened the book to a black page. In fact it seemed as if all the pages that he turned were black. "This was a little invention George and myself created back in first year." He then moved towards the couch where Katie was laying and sat down next to her. Angelina and George stood behind the couch peering over Fred's shoulder. "We were desperate for a way to prove that Allison wasn't really a nerd."

"See Fred here was determined to show me that Allison was a 'break all the rules but look innocent' type of girl. He was sure that she would write about it in her journal since you girls write your lives in those books. Somehow he convinced himself that their marriage would be better if she lived some secret life." George told Angelina chuckling.

"Their marriage?" she questioned.

"Yes, Fred had the largest school boy's crush on Allison first and second year. He became so infatuated that he convinced himself (and told everyone he knew) that they would be married straight out of Hogwarts." George said laughing harder.

"Shut it!" Fred shouted at his brother. "But the purpose of the story is, do you know the quill she has that changes colors?"

"Yeah of course, the girls have been jealous of it… since," Katie paused as realization struck.

"First year," Fred and Katie said in unison, Fred's tone calmer then Katie's.

"You two are horrible!" Angelina said punching George in the arm.

"And the book that Fred has shows us everything that she writes with that. And since she writes only in her journal with that quill, we know all." George said placing two fingers to the corner of his head as if he was reading thoughts.

Fred placed his wand to the blank pages and whispered something that was inaudible to the group. "Tell them what you whisper Fred!" George commanded.

Fred rolled his eyes and proceeded to tell them as if someone was twisting his arm behind his back forcing him to. "I say 'The world is what I promise your beautiful face, if your secret you will share'."

The group was quiet for a moment. Then, everyone but Fred started cracking up unable to control themselves any longer. Little bits of remarks that included statements such as "Man he had it bad", "How sad", and "Can you say stalker" made Fred's face turn a brighter red with each word. It wasn't until George noticed writing appearing on the pages that the laughter stopped.

"Look! She's writing." He pointed to the words.